The room that heard everything.

"What did you feel?" Asked by the lady beside her.

The pure agony, pain, and miserable body of mine was laid on the floor as he wanted to caress my cheek, but maybe the force was way too strong, that's why it felt like a slap, but he never raised his hands on me before, I mean he did but he always apologise after it, and treated me like a princess he used to call me, but why did it felt like he was after my life that night?

I slowly got up after the slap, his face was cold, anger dripping down his face, and his shirt was not ironed, oh I remember maybe he's angry because I forgot to press his shirt, I'll say sorry, and he'll be okay, I know he loves me...

The kick on my stomach was to painful, a scream left my mouth, but he held my scream back by pressing his palm on my lips, it was unintentional that his palm also block me taking breath from nose, but he left me the next moment.

He took off his belt, landing the pure leather material on my back. It stinks a lot, made me feel like I'm going to die, but I shouldn't be dead by just simple beating, right?

His hands clutched my hair, pulling my face back, I wanted to scream, but something was stuffed in my mouth, blocking my agony to scream completely, it was painful, he loves me, I know he does, maybe he's not in sense, he'll never harm me.

He threw me on the floor, after much of my shirt was ripped by his strong pull, my undergarment was visible, my eyes fell on my body through the mirror, it had red new marks lined up on the old marks, but this time they were bleeding, his torture didn't stop, he held my throat and squeezed it, I saw my strength fading, my soul leaving my body...

He loves me.

He'll heal me.

I know, he always does...

I was pushed down on the floor again, but this time, a rod hit my arm, if I had a child, I won't have felt it, right, it's my mistake, I know, he loves me, a lot...

He continued hitting me with the rod, breaking my bones, shattering my belief in him, leaving me to think that if he ever loved me, would I escape this? My tears continued to stream, but it didn't have any effect on him. Why was he so angry, beating me to dead?

At last, he left my body to live in peace, but this time, I saw my own body with open eyes looking at me... Me? How can I look at myself like this?

"Finally, she left me, made my life miserable, sl*t," I heard him, I walked up to him, but he couldn't see me, the room which I once decorated with our love was tarnished, proof of my death...He never loved me... he just loved the silence I gave him.

Will I ever get justice? The pain I felt without any mistake would I get justice, I wanted to scream, but can I? Will people remember me as just another name in the news? Or will they speak so loud that no more women bleed behind closed doors?

If her voice reached you, don’t let it stop here. Speak for her. For those still living her pain.

"This was really heart breaking for me to even write, but I had to, for every women out there, who goes to this brutal abuse, thinking this might not happen again, the man who raised hand once will do it again, speak up, think about yourself, you voice matters, look out for yourself, start helping yourself, if not you then no one else will."

"I will explore and write much more emotions which I can, the power of pen I have will be put in good use."